I am guessing that most people who read/visit my blog would not know about the man who built a nation, Mr Lee Kuan Yew. But I had to write this post. For whatever, gripes and disagreements I have about my country today, I cannot diminish the greatness of this man nor the immense amount respect and admiration I have for him. Because of him I am able to sit here today and complain about my 1st world problems. Because of him I am able to run around alone in the middle of the night without being afraid for being mugged or murdered. Because of him I had a good education. Because of him I have access to great infrastructure today. Because of him I live in a country with one of the highest GDP per capita. And for all these and more I am forever grateful.
How many people can say that they founded a nation and lived to see it grow from 3rd world to 1st world during their lifetime? Singapore is a young country turning 50 years old this year, with no natural resources, yet our economy is akin to one of the more “developed” countries around. And that is all thanks to Mr Lee. I am glad that I have had the opportunity to hear him speak at a rally about 15 years ago. He had the power, charisma that made you just wanted to listen to him and agree with everything he said.
He was 1 man with a strong motivation. He said, “I saw the British people as they were. They treated you as colonials and I resented that. I saw no reason why they should be governing me – they’re not superior. I decided, when I got back, I was going to put an end to this.” And he did.
Mr Lee was very strong in his view that no race, religion or social group should hold a level of supremacy over another. As a minority and as someone who has close friends in the LGBT community here, I do feel that as a country we have yet to achieve this. My hope is that Mr Lee’s vision of equality does not get lost in the years to come, in the pursuit of economic prosperity.
The one thing that was obvious to any onlooker was that while Mr Lee had a deep passion for his country, the love of his life was his wife. That was a true love story. The affect her death had on him was apparent and heartbreaking to observers.
And so while I am saddened by his demise, I am at peace with the fact that this great man that gave up his life for a nation, is reunited with his love and gets to rest.
I came across this thing on the internet about how size doesn’t matter because the lion is the king of the jungle and not an elephant of something. I really want to know who named lions the king of the jungle. I mean yes they are an apex predator and they can kill you, but so can a lot of other animals.
Just to clarify, when I say lion, I mean the male lions. The ones with the manes. Lionesses are amazing creatures that should be recognised as such. But nope, it’s all about the bloody king of the jungle. I mean correct me if I am wrong, but aren’t the lionesses the ones who do the hunting/providing while the stupid male lion just sits there looking pretty? Yet the male gets first pick at the kill/food. Lionesses are also capable of protecting the pride, though the males do that too sometimes. The males mostly provide protection from other males trying to enter the pride. It’s a display of who’s boss, an ego related thing. So typically male isn’t it? Most have been a man that first call a male lion king of the jungle. Damn men.
I had a dream last night that made no sense. It was so ludicrous that I had to blog about it this morning before work on my phone. I hate blogging on my phone, the app doesn’t let me justify my alignment which annoys me.
Anyway, I dreamt that I was hanging out with a guy I liked at a party. I went to the food spread and took a little Danish and ate it. For the rest of the party he went on and on about how I should not eat junk like that.
Here’s the weird part. I was still hanging out with him after the party. Like hello brain, did you short circuit or something? That would never happen in real life. No man comes between me and pastry. We’ve had a very long relationship from way back, and I will not give it up for a guy. Plus I like to experiment making pastry. Why would I date someone who wouldn’t even try one of my creations? That’s probably why I am still single, I’m a fat cow. Honestly though, don’t tell me what to do. And telling me what to eat? Bitch please.
Blocks back! It came back in January. How could I have missed that? But well at lease now I have something to fill the void in my life. I am not so impressed with the new couples so far though (I have only watched 2 reveals), but still have quite a bit if catching up to do. So yeah I am back Dea and Daz. I was really excited with all 3 all star couples, can’t believe they eliminated 2. I really doubt this season will be better than the last one, where I liked them all, but let’s see.
I have to say though, watching The Block really makes me miss Australia. Me and Australia, now that is a real tragic love story.
My cousin met the love of my life tonight. He had doughnuts. Guy + doughnuts, what more can a girl ask for? Too bad I will never meet him.
And today on Friday the 13th, something terrible happened. My mom referred to my phone as, an *iPhone*. Oh the horror. No ma, no. I have an android phone. A beautiful Sony phone. Sony, you know, the people that released a smart watch year like a million years ago. Way before the release of the most over hyped watch to be released soon by that fruity company. (Sorry Mr Jobs, but I have to admit, I do think you were one of the most amazing people that ever walked this planet).
Learn to let things go. I have a problem with this. Stems from my over thinking ways I think. I am very envious of people who can let things go easily. Like tonight I am sitting here with a work problem, which I should have stopped thinking about once I left work, festering in my brain.
PhD. I don’t think I can do this in the near future, it might take a while, but I want to get it. I am going to give myself till 35-40 to get it. Should be workable don’t you think? Dr Anita. That’s an interesting thought isn’t it?
Travelling. I am doing Europe this year and since my chances of actually moving overseas seem very slim at this point, unless any foreign men out there are planning to propose marriage to me, I think I shall have to plan for more travelling. Going to be tough while I am saving for a PhD, but I should be able to manage.
I am often caught in this place where I want to blog, have stuff to blog about but just cannot get myself organised to write a decent post. I guess that’s not surprising since thoughts swirl around in my head constantly with no type of order. It’s total chaos and mayhem in there. And though I sometimes cannot sort the craziness, I cannot imagine not blogging. Seems to help with the loneliness and boredom.
When it comes to writing posts, I don’t know if anyone else experiences this but sometimes I feel like I wrote something brilliant and then I no one really reads it. Then I post something random and not very well thought through like this, and it gets a lot of views/attention. Oh well, whatever the case, at least I still have my blog as an outlet.
I seem to have a new song that I sing in the shower. It’s this one:
Probably because it’s song used in my company for marketing purposes, so when I call my counterparts in other countries that’s the hold music that I get. Not too bad for hold music I have to say. Unfortunately they only play 1 section of the song in a loop so that’s all I know. So to the future love of my life (which at this rate is probably a dog), I apologise in advance, you are going to have to settle for me randomly spouting this section of the song on repeat (among other songs including Halo, Rude, All of Me and Am I Wrong). Oh and I am tone/pitch deaf so I will probably sound like a drowning cat while singing the song to you. They say love is blind, I hope it’s deaf too.
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry
There ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
By the way if you, reading this, can figure out what company I work for based on that song, I’d be impressed. Not so much at you as with the branding/marketing of the company’s corporate office. Okay fine I would be a little impressed with you as well.
I am also having a craving for something extremely sugary. Like a doughnut. Specifically I want the pink, strawberry doughnut they sell at McCafe Australia. I don’t know if they still have it, I was given one free a long time ago, and suddenly feel like the sweet, strawberry-ish pastry. A bit impractical a craving I know. I do have a friend flying to Perth for the weekend. Maybe I can convince her to buy on back? Okay I am not that crazy, if not the doughnut, I want a cookie. Like a gooey one that sold in that store that went bust some years ago, Mrs Fields. I think that brand exists in some parts of this country but none that I can think of off hand or that are nearby. So no cookie or doughnut for me, in the next few days. But I shall keep that as one of my weekend plans. Such an exciting life I lead.